Chapter 399: Compensation

399. Chapter 399: Compensation

Yet, looking at the countless burning eyes in the room, Gu Zhanglin knew better than anyone that if he did not make some concessions today, those elders of the family would, no matter what, not let him leave.

"Thirty percent."

He extended three fingers.

"I can give the family thirty percent of the profit as a return for the years I've contributed to the family."

Hearing that, the people in the room began to discuss in small groups.

"Thirty percent, that seems not bad either."

"Indeed, according to Zhangjun's earlier statement, that kid named Jiang Cheng can earn four to five hundred million a month; thirty percent would be one or two hundred million, right?"

Some thought it was acceptable, but many were still dissatisfied.

"Just thirty percent, that's too little."

"At least it should be fifty percent, right?"

"Whether it's fifty percent or not doesn't matter; the main point is that the kid should be transferred to our side of the family."

"Yes, yes."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Zhanglin, that's not what we mean."

An elder spoke, "We aren't asking you for money; we just Hope you can hand over the person, which would benefit the whole family. Moreover, that kid is so young yet already capable of this level; moving him to our family would be good for him as well, since we have a Refining Alchemy master who can craft fourth‑grade pills, which you presumably lack, right?"

Gu Zhanglin's expression turned as gloomy as water.

From the corner of his eye, he caught Gu Zhangjun's smug face and felt like rushing over to kill him.

He should know that he spent two or three months to reduce Jiang Cheng's share from an initial fifty percent down to thirty percent.

The result? All his effort was in vain.

The crux is that even so, those present were still unsatisfied and insisted he hand over the person.

"Fifty percent."

He said in a low voice, "I can give the family fifty percent of the profit, but that's my greatest concession; even a little more is impossible, and I will not hand over the person, because I've invested a great amount of resources in him."

"How large is this great amount of resources?"

Gu Zhangjun mocked.

"You don't need to say anything about that."

Gu Zhanglin glared at him.

The assembled people, hearing this, looked at each other.

Many still thought it unacceptable.

After all, there's still fifty percent.

"Enough."

At that moment, Gu Tianyuan's voice rang out, "Let's proceed according to Zhanglin's wishes."

"Yes, Family Head."

Everyone responded in chorus.

Since Gu Tianyuan said so, they could not argue; after all, Gu Zhanglin is Gu Tianyuan's son and has a considerable chance of sitting on the Family Head seat in the future.

If anyone were to object now, they would offend both the current and future Family Heads.

Fortunately the goal had been achieved; after all, thinking of Gu Zhanglin's daily earnings of tens of millions makes it more painful than killing them.

Gu Zhangjun naturally felt pleased.

Although the goal wasn't fully reached, getting this far counted as a success.

After more than an hour, the Family Meeting ended, and under everyone's gaze, Gu Tianyuan rose and left the hall.

"Big brother, I'm truly sorry."

Gu Zhangjun walked over, grinning.

"I let you earn fifty percent less; you must be furious inside, right?"

"How could I, Fifth Brother."

Gu Zhanglin chuckled, "I am a member of the family; contributing to the family is something I welcome. Even if you hadn't mentioned it before, Fifth Brother, I was about to bring it up."

"Is that so?"

Gu Zhangjun wore a doubtful expression.

"Isn't it?"

Gu Zhanglin retorted, "Fine, big brother, as long as you're happy."

Gu Zhangjun waved his hand and swaggered away.

Gu Zhanglin let out a cold snort in his heart.

If not for so many people present, he would have asked the other side a few words.

After leaving the courtyard and returning to the aircraft, his complexion turned completely icy; at that moment, it seemed as if the temperature inside the craft had dropped below zero.

"Gu Zhangjun that little brute is indeed detestable, and my father is also very biased."

His face twisted grimly as he thought to himself.

The whole incident, in the end, gave him a line to say.

Obviously, it was also to prevent him from earning too much, keeping his strength far from Gu Zhangjun's.

"Fifty percent, fifty percent!"

Thinking of that, he felt blood dripping from his heart.

It turned out that a month's earnings of five to six hundred million had dwindled to just two or three hundred million.

This is only one month; what if it were one year, two years, three years?

"A bunch of old immortals, once I become the Family Head, I'll make you spit out everything you've swallowed!"

Gu Zhanglin clenched his fists; as for Gu Zhangjun, if he's wise, he'll hide in the Bai Family for life and never come out; otherwise, just wait to die.

He took a few deep breaths, calmed his emotions a bit, then opened the Light Brain on his left arm; soon, Gao Ling's image appeared in midair.

"Changlin, what's wrong?"

The latter immediately sensed that something was off with Gu Zhanglin.

"He was schemed against by that little bastard Gu Zhangjun."

The anger that Gu Zhanglin had barely suppressed rose up again.

"What on earth is going on?"

Gao Ling hurriedly pressed for details.

Gu Zhanglin briefly explained the whole thing.

Gao Ling is his childhood friend; they grew up practically sharing a pair of pants, which reassures him far more than his half-brothers.

"This kid is really despicable."

Gao Ling cursed angrily.

"Not only him, but those old fogeys as well—none of them can stand to see me succeed."

"That's true."

Gao Ling hesitated for a moment, after all, those people are all core members of the Gu Family.

Gu Zhangjun, he can still curse him a couple of times—after all, they are truly opposing sides; if Gu Zhangjun ever becomes the Family Head of the Gu Family, he will surely take his family and flee far away.

But he can't curse those old people of the Gu Family.

"Cough, cough."

Thus he coughed twice, changing the subject: "Changlin, do you really intend to hand over fifty percent of the profits to the family?"

"What else?"

Gu Zhanglin looked resentful yet helpless.

"I've already said it; if I wanted to take it back, my father would certainly be the first to object, let alone Gu Zhangjun that little bastard, who would be watching from the side, waiting to catch me in a mistake."

"Sigh!"

Gao Ling let out a heavy sigh.

"After finally managing to increase the share a bit, now I have to give half of it to the family."

"Do you have any way to make up for these losses?"

Gu Zhanglin suddenly asked.

"Is there any way to make up for these losses?"

Hearing that, Gao Ling was taken aback.

Gu Zhanglin's meaning was, he didn't want to bear this loss alone? Who else besides Jiang Cheng could help him bear it?

After all, the little benefit he had in hand was nowhere near enough. (End of chapter)